Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Ethiopia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing KRS-One to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Spoonie Gee,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ossler,
Make Up,
DJ Sneak,
Bluetip,
Nirvana,
The Zeros,
Lower 48,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Moon,
The Gories,
Groovy Waters,
Fatback Band,
Quadrant,
Neu!,
Minny Pops,
Young Marble Giants,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soulsonic Force,
Ronnie Foster,
Arab on Radar,
Camouflage,
Moebius,
Gichy Dan,
The Gun Club,
Anakelly,
James White and The Blacks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gong,
Max Romeo,
Japan,
Black Pus,
The Skatalites,
Echospace,
The Litter,
Marc Almond,
Gang Green,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Yusef Lateef,
The Seeds,
Goldenarms,
Bill Wells,
Aaron Thompson,
The Birthday Party,
Harry Pussy,
ABBA,
Technova,
Alice Coltrane,
Maleditus Sound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sound Behaviour,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Mummies,
Gang Starr,
Youth Brigade,
Subhumans,
Freddie Wadling,
Derrick Morgan,
Roy Ayers,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.